How I Play With Myself

How I play with myself

I love forcing myself to cum to videos of men jerking off. Most of the time I have to work up to it watching videos/fantasising about women, then when I’m ready I switch to a video of a man stroking his massive cock. The bigger and more masculine he is the better.

Sometimes I stick my tounge out and drool, sometimes I slap my tits. I get so horny that I forget I’m not into men. At this point I’ll be furious with my disgusting perverted mind and my weak body for getting off like this.

When the man cums, I force myself to cum in unison without looking away from the screen at all. I want to see every detail, every dribble of cum and every twitch of his cock while I writhe in pleasure and imagine it inside of me. I love feeling like a slave to my desperate cunt as I debase myself.

And then afterwards when I’m cleaning off in the shower, I think about what I just did and how much of a pathetic failed dyke I am, and just like that my cunt starts twitching again..

Hey tumblr kink baby:

• remember to take time off from the screen

• remember that you are a human being who deserves respect

• remember that dominance as bdsm play should ALWAYS feel good, and you should ALWAYS feel safe to say NO.

• walk away from any conversation or person who makes you feel like you can’t trust your own feelings

• walk away from anyone who makes you feel unsafe to express your needs and feelings

• always make sure your play partners understand the concept of consent

• no piece of dick / pussy is worth the trauma of having someone taking advantage of you

Hello Sir! So...

My sexuality has always been a bit wishy washy the last while, but I used to be a hardcore lesbian! But it all changed when I saw LGD content crop up on my reddit...

I kept trying to tell myself that I wasn't into it, or that even if I WAS...it was just a kink obviously! I'm meant to be a trans lesbian!

Yet I can't fulfill this "hollow" feeling down under, especially on progesterone! Men pushing their patriarchal views on me gives me butterflies/makes me super wet.

I cleaned my room yesterday, purely because a man wanted to see me do some chores. I get wet when a man calls me names and stuff...

But I'm still a good lesbian, right Sir? I still like girls! I'm sure Mister will know how to guide me ~

🩷

It’s hot how easily so many lesbians find themselves succumbing to the allure of being controlled by a man. For some, all it takes is knowing that such a kink even exists, and they just can’t help themselves from getting curious and seeking out more until that kink takes root in their own minds and starts to grow… it’s powerfully infectious, and the more you feed it, the more powerful it’s going to get.

It’s also hot how many trans lesbians find themselves having an unconscious attraction to men when they start HRT… as though becoming more feminine necessarily means belonging to a man. And just the sheer act of rebelling against these feelings, trying to shove them down and ignore them, just makes you feel even more submissive, because you realize you’re not in charge of what turns you on anymore.

Of course you’re a lesbian… the best kind of lesbian, in fact, the kind who understands that just because she might not be sexually or romantically interested in men, it doesn’t make her desire to submit to them any less strong.

Cumrag

(CW for oral sex, orientation play, dubcon, hypnosis, cock worship, degradation.)

Samantha couldn’t figure out why her partner had done this. What had changed her mind to want this? To want that? Felicity sat on the floor trembling, legs spread, her bare pussy dripping every few seconds. Her gaze shot through Samantha, despite how glassy her eyes looked. She sat back against the bedframe, watching every movement her girlfriend and… the man standing above her made. That damned man. Stark naked, hairy, hard dick poking through his unshaved pubes, and that repulsive smile.

With him? Seriously? The most average, boring man on earth?? Fucking Andrew?!

“What the hell are you doing, creep?”

Andrew’s smile never wavered as he answered. “What does that mean? She invited me over.” Felicity nodded slowly, almost drunkenly. “I don’t just randomly appear in apartments to fuck people, who does that?”

Samantha glanced briefly at his dick and forced herself to focus on his shaved face. “She looks wasted! Did you get her drunk or something? Why the fuck are you here!”

“I’m fucking her, and no she never had any alcohol or drugs around me.”

“You fucking liar, she’d never fuck a man!”

“I’m not lying, she asked me to fuck her.”

“No! No. I know her. I live with her. She’s a lesbian, why the fuck would she want your dick?” Ok, no, he needed to get out. Samantha wasn’t going to let Andrew just stand around her apartment, completely naked, and just ignore what she was saying. Felicity was a fucking lesbian! She’d said over and over again how done she was with men. What did he do to her?

“You can ask Felicity if you want answers,” he offered.

“I’m not fucking interested. Get out of my apartment.”

“Samantha, seriously, it’s fine-”

Felicity groaned. “Samantha…” God, her voice. Samantha had only heard her this lost in lust when her tongue was buried inside her. “Sam, please…”

“No. He has to leave. He has to leave now!”

“Please… please don’t take him away…”

“Absolutely not, I’m not letting him stay!”

A desperate, zealous whine washed through her. “Sam please I need himmm!”

“Excuse me? I don’t care if you ‘need’ him, he needs to leave!”

Felicity’s hips gyrated and she whimpered. That fucking needy whimper Sam loved.

“Sam, can you just let us explain?” Andrew’s eyes flashed to Felicity. “Or at least let her explain?”

Samantha matched his gaze, staring at the drool falling onto Felicity’s tits and her blank glass eyes. What the hell had he done to get to her like this? She seemed completely trapped, like an animal in a net. But her eyes, her stance… Did she actually want this?

“Fine. Make it fast, both of you.” Might as well see just how she lost her girlfriend to some dick. A nice looking dick, sure, but that wasn’t worth dwelling on.

“Felicity?” Andrew prompted.

She groaned and blinked, not managing to get rid of the glassy reflection. “He- Andrew- he showed me what I was missing. I… I didn’t know how much I needed it Samantha. That warm pulsing, it was never going away. Just being around him feels… feels like head over heels. I- we kept hanging out as friends and like each time I did I felt more… needy-” Her voice hitched, body shivering slightly. Sam had fucked her enough times to know she was riding the edge. “So, so three weeks ago I asked if I could suck his cock.”

Samantha stared. Three weeks of this? Three weeks? That’s how long she’d been sucking his dick and she was this far gone? It was a pretty good dick for a man, wouldn’t hurt or tear anything. Maybe that’s why she was so lost.

“He- he asked me if I was sure, he knew I was a lesbian. I said yes, I told him I just needed to try it. So he let me. Omigod he let me, Sam, Sam you don’t know how good it tastes, how sweet it smells, please you need to try it too, Sam I- I promise it’s not bad, it’s so good!”

Gone. Her girlfriend was gone just like that, from one single blowjob, and she hadn’t even fucking bothered to tell her about it?! “I tried sucking cock plenty before. It never ever felt that good. You never liked it either!”

“I know, I know, I hated cock, I didn’t know how good it could actually be… Sam, please you haven’t felt it pulse inside you, it’s heaven Sam, please please you have to believe me, his cock is-” Another hitch, stronger, sent Felicity’s body shuddering like a leaf. “H-his cock must be magic Sam you have to believe me, you have to try it Sam please, please just smell it Sam it does something to you pleaseeeee…” Felicity finally failed to stay upright and collapsed onto her side, shivering, clutching frantically at her tits and failing to suppress any of her moaning.

His dick is really that good? Magic? Samantha looked at it again. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was something about this dick. It looked so average though. Plain. Nothing seemed magic. It was normal to see little pulsing lights along that top vein. Nothing about that was odd. Besides, Felicity clearly liked something about it enough to really fuck up her brain. It was good enough to make her love it. Why let her keep that to herself?

Something itched at the back of Samantha’s mind. Hadn’t she been mad? Mad at what? Andrew was here but it was normal for Andrew to be here. They were all friends! There was nothing to be mad about. Felicity looked so happy too, it must all be fine. She could trust Felicity. Felicity hadn’t lied to her before. Like, sure, Felicity hadn’t told her what was really going on but with how Sam reacted, she couldn’t really blame her.

“Samantha?” Andrew’s voice pinged around her head, almost echoing. “How are you feeling?”

“G-good, Andrew…” She hadn’t torn her eyes away from his dick. It just hung there, laying in that bush, almost perfectly plated. Pulsing. Pretty lights. Pretty cock. “Mmph, Andrew?”

“Yes, Samantha?” Oh god his voice was wonderful, she’d do anything for it. So soothing…

“Andrew…” That beautiful name.

“Do you have something to ask me, Samantha?”

His pretty cock. So warm. Why let it just sit there? It kept getting bigger, the lights brighter. Only cock. Big, pulsing, hot cock. Andrew’s cock smelled like sweat, like Felicity, like Andrew, but even more enchanting. There was no need to think. The smell of Andrew’s cock made it too hard to see Felicity behind her, pushing Samantha to her knees, only a foot away from Andrew’s cock.

Felicity wanted this. Samantha didn’t blame her. Samantha wanted this. Samantha wanted Andrew’s cock. Pulsing, plump, throbbing, her pussy quickly soaking at the sight of it. Samantha wanted cock.

Samantha whimpered, “Can I please suck your cock, Andrew?” Her whole body twitched, spasmed really. There was no way she’d just said that. Asking a man if she could suck his cock was- right. That was natural. She’d always wanted to ask that. Her sex flared and throbbed. She’d always wanted cock. It flared again. She’s always wanted cock. “God, please Andrew I can’t help it please just let me taste it Andrew please-”

His cock swelled, throbbed. “Of course, Samantha.” She didn’t hear that satisfying conquest in his voice, she just heard Andrew saying yes. Felicity heard it and shivered. Just like Andrew wanted…

Samantha wrapped one hand around his cock and pumped. She needed it, she needed it hard and inside her mouth as soon as possible. Andrew said she could suck and she was going to fucking deliver. Fuck, cock looked so good swelling and getting hard in her hand, smelled so fucking good the closer it got to her nose, she fucking needed it inside her, she needed cock cock cock cock cock co-

Every thought slammed to a halt the moment she kissed the tip of Andrew’s cock. Her tongue tasted something sweet and swirled around his head, eager to taste it again. Samantha moaned helplessly, pumping his cock with one hand and grabbing one of her tits through her shirt with the other. Felicity coaxed her girlfriend’s head further forward and grabbed her other tit with a free hand. She couldn’t help moaning with Sam as her eyes went foggy and glassy, completely unfocused as Andrew’s cock pulsed directly into her mouth and melted her brain. Felicity’s cunt hummed in approval. She was right. There was no resisting the smell.

The pulsing head inside Sam’s mouth goaded her. Come, it said, take me deeper. Samantha complied, clamping her lips to Andrew’s cock and bobbing her head forwards. The pubic hairs tickled her lips but she was too far gone to possibly notice. She only knew that cock demanded worship and that she was a good worshiper. Each pulse and throb from his cock told her how best to worship. Go deep. Bob slower. Circle the head. Speed up. Detach and kiss and lick. Good suckslut. Circle the head. Suck. Go deep. Bob faster. Hum. Remove your flannel. Good slut. Remove your shirt. Suck again. Stop swallowing. Circle the head. Drool. Good slut.

The cock demanded more and more. Every second Samantha spent sucking was another bit of her free will she lost. Even if she had stopped now, several minutes in, she’d be dependent on Andrew for more complicated things. He could put it back if he wanted but it was up to him now. And Andrew had no intention of giving anything back until Samantha paid him back for ruining the blowjob Felicity had been giving him.

Samantha heard some muffled noises above and behind her, but they weren’t worth thinking about. They weren’t cock. She took off her bra and groped her tits with a free hand, switching back and forth as the other was kept firmly on the ground for stability. Cock demanded her total attention, not the sudden presence of thin fabric on her back. Cock throbbed again and again. She didn’t care how long it took; she needed to make Andrew cum.

Felicity kissed her cheek over and over. Andrew tousled her hair and moaned in ecstasy. Samantha, completely lost, simply sucked according to cock’s instructions. Nothing mattered. Cock was inside her. This was heaven. This is what she needed to be. Every throb and pulse from the cock in her mouth cemented her new reality. She was a cock sucking slut. Cock was too good to ignore anymore. Cock controlled her. Her cunt throbbed and sent Samantha reeling. This had to be right. This had to be true. There was no other reason to get so damn wet sucking cock. She loved cock! Anything for cock! Anything, anything, anything…

Andrew’s cock pulsed and throbbed harder than Sam had ever felt it. She had only a second to force the back of her throat open before that last twitch became sweet, obsessive release. Warm, salty cum popped into her mouth and coated her tongue. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, as if they had been replaced by the sweet nectar shooting into her body. Finally, finally, she’d given him release, given cock enough pleasure. God, it felt like it was worming its way into her head and coating everything with it. Not even Felicity’s clit on her tongue felt this good. So delicious. Nothing else matters. Just pulsing, pumping cock…

Her mouth was warm, wet, and his cock felt great inside, but Andrew needed to pull out anyways. This wouldn’t be done until he got her to admit that. He pulled out, slowly, watching the strands of drool and cum mixed together stretch out between Samantha’s lips and his dick until they snapped and stuck to her face like she was another cheap whore. It definitely fit with her bare tits, soaked jeans, blank eyes, and lesbian flag draped around her shoulders. Felicity looked at her girlfriend with well-deserved pride. She’s never looked more beautiful.

Andrew kneeled down to be at the same level as Samantha, the three centimeter height difference disappearing. “Oh, Samantha?” he called, trying and failing to keep the immense satisfaction he felt out of his voice.

“Uh huhh?” she gurgled. He always loved seeing girls like this after tasting him. He didn’t really understand it – maybe aliens, who knows – but once a woman tasted his cum their brains turned to liquid. Her eyes were as foggy as Felicity’s before they’d been interrupted. He’d forgotten how angry she was when she saw them; Sam certainly had too. No, she needed him too much now…

Andrew pulled a corner of the flag draped over Samantha’s back into her field of vision. “Can you tell me what this is?”

She stared blankly at it for several seconds. She knew it, it was on the tip of her tongue- “M- my pride flag…” she said between strands of cum and spit running off her mouth and swallowing some of the rest.

Andrew took the corner and wiped the fluids off her mouth and chin, both cleaning her off and smearing her face with it. It stained the flag, pools of deeper color spotting the two orange stripes. “Can you tell me what this is?”

Sam blinked, the fresh scents clogging her nose and slowing any attempt by her mind to reestablish itself. What was it? What was she looking at? It was such a pretty color. So much prettier with his cum all over it. It must just be- “A cumrag.”

Andrew felt his face creep into the most twisted villain smile he could imagine. “That’s exactly what it looks like to me. That’s exactly how I’m going to treat it.”

Samantha and Felicity shivered together. Felicity wrapped her arms around her kneeling partner and kissed her forehead, faintly tasting the same cum that Samantha had been melting from. She knew Samantha would join her, she always knew. This was the right thing for them both, to share in the utter bliss of cocksucking.

Andrew wasn’t done, however. “Felicity, get underneath Samantha and eat her out. Samantha, once she’s down there, start eating her out too. I want to see you two for myself.”

They both complied; Felicity trailed kisses down Samantha’s stomach until she reached the floor, rolled over and showered her pussy with attention. Samantha shivered and dropped down at the first kiss, sinking lower until her tongue was between Felicity’s spread legs. After that, both women forgot what happened, how long they spent between each other’s legs, the several orgasms they brought each other too, the silence as Andrew refused to let them stop. They were just two puppets, endlessly lapping away. Their pleasure didn’t matter anymore. Just the pulsing cock above them, staining a cumrag.

I was trying to fight him off while he was raping me and he said "that's it, get it all out" like I was just a kid throwing a tantrum.

You catch the eye of an incredibly sexy older femme at the bar; you can feel her lusty eyes burning holes in you across the room until she finally walks over and you instantly melt before her elegant, dominant demeanor. The instant she opens her mouth to say hello, you can feel the blood rushing into your face. There’s no question about it: she’s taking you home with her.

You’re so wrapped up in the excitement, it barely even registers to you that there’s already a car in the driveway when she pulls into her remarkably spacious, dimly-lit house. She whisks you up to the bedroom so quickly you don’t even get a chance to look at the photos hanging on the wall. She pushes you onto to the bed and you crumble instantly, desperate to please this Goddess, your limbs moving automatically as she orders you to undress, staring with wide-eyed anticipation as she buckles your wrists and ankles into the restraints attached to the bedposts. She purrs at you, gazing down at your defenseless form, as you eagerly await whatever she has in store for you. “Now, pet… are you ready to really make me happy?” You nod obediently… and she grins, before calling over her shoulder, “They’re ready for you now, darling.”

A question mark goes off in your head. Confusion gives way to fear as in your attempt to take stock of your surroundings, your eyes settle on a photograph framed on the nightstand: the gorgeous, dominant woman standing over her, and a man with his arm wrapped around her, gold bands gleaming on their fingers. A chill comes over you as you watch that same man stride into the room, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs. The woman instantly rushes to his side, running her hands along his muscular body, and purrs in his ear: “It’s another butch dyke, honey… your favorite.”

He stops at the foot of the bed and looks you up and down as he continues slowly unbuttoning his shirt, as you try to find the words to beg them to release you, but your tongue is frozen in your mouth. He grins. “Don’t look so terrified now… I’m not a cruel man; I’d never rape you without giving you a chance. You’re going to love this. And if you don’t, we’ll let you go… all you have to do is prove you’re not enjoying yourself. If you don’t cum before I do, I’ll untie you and set you free. But if you do… you’re ours for the rest of the night.” He turns to his wife. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

She grins a devilish grin, and walks over to the bedside table drawer, pulling out a vibrating wand, which she waves ominously in your direction. “Of course, honey… how long do you think they’re going to hold out?”

This one went straight to my clit, I have to admit. I can imagine how desperate and uncomfortable I'd suddenly be once the situation sinks in, begging to be let out, that I'll do anything if they just let me go. They just ignore me-- after all, if they gag me, they won't get to listen to the noises I'll make when I inevitably change my tune.

It'll be hard to resist the vibrator. I love having a vibrator held to my clit, and tied up like this, there's no way I can escape it now. Maybe it'd look like I'm trying to buck my hips away, but we all know I'm really just humping it helplessly. I can picture the woman leaning over me, watching the way my clit throbs as I twitch and grunt, trying to hide the fact that I'm enjoying myself so much. She gropes my tits and talks about me like I'm not even there-- "They're so wet, honey, you won't need the lube. Aw, look at how hard their clit is, they must be desperate for your cock."

Meanwhile, her husband crawls on the bed and over me. I pull helplessly at the restraints as I feel his skin against mine, his cock throbbing against my thigh. He humps idly against my hairy cunt as he joins his wife in groping my tips, eventually sliding his hands down to spread my cunt, assessing how wet my cunt is for him. The next thing I know his hard, hairy cock is rubbing up against my folds. He uses my own wetness to lube up his cock, and I grunt every time I feel the tip of his cock nudge my clit.

"You poor thing," He grins, rubbing the base of my clit as his wife holds the vibrator against me. "Babe, check out how much they're clenching around nothing. They must be desperate for this after all."

"These butch dykes hardly ever get a chance to experience the real thing," She sighs. "I always love watching their faces the first time they get split open by a real cock."

The next thing I know, it's happening. His cock catches against the entrance to my hole, and the next thing I know he's guiding it deep inside me. I grunt and clench instinctively, wound up too tight by the vibrator and all the sensations I'm experiencing for the first time. My entire lower body is tense, maybe trying to push the intruder out, maybe trying to draw him in deeper-- I can't tell, but no matter what I do, his cock keeps spreading my folds open and fucking deeper into my womb. The man huffs, drawing most of the way back out, shifting his hips slightly, and sinking even deeper back in. As he does so his wife increases the level on the vibrator, and the next thing I know I'm cumming helplessly on his cock, unable to hide my moans as my entire body yields to him.

I come back to my senses a few moments later as the man fucks my cunt in earnest now. The orgasm has forced me to relax, my cunt softening and allowing him to bottom out in me, his balls slapping rhythmically against my clit. I moan in equal parts pleasure and pained overstimulation, too fucked out to do anything but try and buck against him in the restraints.

"There we go," He laughs. "That wasn't so hard now, was it? I told you I'm not a cruel man. 'Sides, all you dyke cunts always feel much better after an orgasm or two."

I simply moan and go fully limp. I can feel my cunt milking his thick, long cock and a few moments later he's grinding against my cunt as I feel him filling my womb. He pulls out a few seconds later, getting cum all over the outside of my cunt, fingering it idly back in with a thick finger.

"That's better," He grins down at me. "Looks like we've got a new plaything for the night, sweetheart."

She laughs as she climbs on the bed, now sporting a long and cruel-looking strap on. As he unbuckles my restraints to flip me over, all I can think is that it's going to be a long, long night.

And I'm not sure I ever want it to end.